Urban Medical Immortal Dad Chapter 186: He Was Poisoned1

Traditional Chinese dicine is almost incomparable to Western dicine in terms of accessibility.

When it cos to accuracy, Western dicine also has an absolute disadvantage, after all, Western dicine diagnoses based on testing human cells, tissues, and even DNA, while Traditional Chinese dicine relies solely on the doctor’s experience and can hardly compete with the high-tech equipnt of Western dicine.

However, Traditional Chinese dicine has its own advantages.

Firstly, there’s the level of understanding of the human body; while Western dicine can only analyze the quality of tissues and cells, Traditional Chinese dicine works with ridians and acupoints. By stimulating these ridians and acupoints, diseases can be treated.

Secondly, Traditional Chinese dicine has been handed down for thousands of years, and its experience is far more abundant than that of Western dicine. For sothing common like a headache and fever, Western dicine would require a full blood count, urinalysis, and other tests, then you would need to see a doctor to get a prescription and take dication. The entire process can cost hundreds or even thousands.

But for an experienced Traditional Chinese dicine practitioner, just by looking at the tongue coating and asking about the body’s condition, they can diagnose the problem. With just one prescription, recovery can be expected in rely two or three days, and the total cost would only be a few dozen yuan.

Furthermore, the human body is quite mysterious. Although Western dicine is developed based on a scientific system, there are many things that science cannot explain, such as ’Qi.’ Everyone has ’Qi,’ but this Qi cannot be detected by Western dicine, whereas Traditional Chinese dicine can easily sense it with the simple insertion of a silver needle into the acupoint.

Seeing Mo Han remain silent, Zhou William’s face showed a victorious smile. He looked at Mo Han with contempt and then said to Zhou Zhishan on the hospital bed, "Grandpa, just wait a mont, Doctor Mo Lisi’s test results will be out soon, and then we will know what’s wrong."

Zhou Zhishan’s mouth twitched slightly. He of course knew what his illness was, but unfortunately, he was utterly unable to speak. Now, he could only swallow his tears and play along, "William, you’ve worked hard."

"You are my grandfather, and this is my duty," Zhou William said with a proud smile, his gaze inadvertently glancing over at Zhou Xintong.

Watching Zhou William’s complacent deanor, Zhou Xintong’s face turned green with irritation.

If one were to say who among the younger generation of the Zhou Family was most likely to inherit the family’s enterprise, aside from herself, it was this cousin of hers.

Zhou William not only resembled the young version of their grandfather to a degree of seventy or eighty percent, but he also, like her, had obtained double master’s degrees abroad. Most importantly, he was a male, and over half of the Zhou Family favored Zhou William as the future head of the family.

And, as for Zhou Xintong, no matter how hard she worked, she was, after all, a daughter—a future wife to soone. Once married, she would be like water splashed out, never able to inherit the Zhou Family’s business again.

"Mister Mo!" Zhou Xintong pulled at Mo Han, puffing out her anger, "Are you just going to stand there and watch Zhou William be so arrogant?"

"Don’t panic, let’s wait for the report first," Mo Han said calmly as he touched his nose.

Traditional Chinese dicine emphasizes the four diagnostic thods of observation, slling, inquiring, and touching. Although Mo Han had not taken Zhou Zhishan’s pulse, from his complexion, deanor, and cough, it seed that he was not ill, but rather appeared to have been poisoned.

But if it was poisoning, what kind of poison could it be? And why did it cause various headaches around noon?

This was sothing he couldn’t figure out.

As Mo Han pondered, a masked attendant walked in slowly, carrying an incense burner. He placed the incense burner in a corner, and instantly, wisps of blue smoke rose, filling the hall with the elegant scent of sandalwood.

Ding!

Suddenly, Zhou William’s phone rang. He swiped open the screen—it was the test report from Professor Mo Lisi.

He carefully reviewed the file, muttering, "Impossible, the test results indicate he’s healthy. How can grandpa be healthy with this condition?"

The other doctors in white lab coats in the room also turned off their equipnt. One of them approached Zhou William and said in clumsy Mandarin, "Dear Zhou, your grandfather’s illness is very complicated. We have checked with our devices twice and have not found any issues."

"Are the blood analysis results from Professor Mo Lisi out yet?"

Zhou William forced a smile and passed over his phone. The foreign doctor read it and nodded, "Yes, Professor Mo Lisi’s conclusions are the sa as ours."

"Mister Zhou is indeed not ill!"

As soon as this statent was made, the entire living room fell silent.

After a long while, Zhou Xintong was the first to speak, "Not ill? But grandpa is in such a state? You say he’s not ill? Are you all blind?"

The doctor in white spread his hands helplessly, "Miss Zhou, I know it’s hard for you to accept, but according to our physical examination and Professor Mo’s blood analysis, Mister Zhou’s body indicators are all normal."

"Perhaps Mister Zhou has been bewitched by a sorceress... "

This last statent was obviously a helpless excuse.

How could they treat him if they couldn’t even find the cause of the illness?

Witchcraft?

Mo Han’s eyes suddenly lit up. He stared intently at the old Mister Zhou for a full two minutes then finally nodded in satisfaction.

"Mister Mo, did you notice sothing?" Zhou Xintong had been watching Mo Han closely, and seeing his expression change rapidly, she spoke with excitent.

"Yes!"

Mo Han nodded, his eyes which had been slightly squinted flared open, "I have mostly figured out what is wrong with Mister Zhou!"

"He’s not ill; he has been poisoned!"